Thursday, October 30, 2008

Oly is friend and "roommate" of Ted (owner sounds a little too harsh, like he's a pet or something) girlfriend of Fakeout, and waitress at her family's 24-hour breakfast diner The Egg Sac. Her sisters work there too but are always eager to pawn their shifts on Oly so they can go hang with The Spectacle.

I've done plenty of pieces featuring Oly so I tried to challenge myself with an akward pose in this one. My favorite drawings of her are here and here.

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Fakeout: sidekick to the Spectacle, Oly's boyfriend, and an ordinary guy named Linus when he's not fighting crime. His power is the ability to project his voice and produce sound effects. I forgot how much fun it is to draw him and how long it takes to color him.

Sunday, October 26, 2008

Saturday, October 25, 2008

Today's sketch is Olivia and Ophelia, Oly's sisters. Oly is one of a set of triplets and the black sheep of the family according to these two. They are rarely apart and don't understand Oly or the company she keeps.

Friday, October 24, 2008

Short of a few read-throughs and corrections I finished the comic script today that has been snowballing in my head for years. It's called "The Spectacle" (same as my short comic.) I plan to ready a draft complete with character sketches so that my friends and colleagues who are willing (especially those who have experience with this kind of thing) can read it and give me feedback before I begin the arduous task of drawing it, which at my generous estimation should take just over the rest of my life.

As I'm re-reading it and trying to correct all the embarrassing mistakes I'm going to post character sketches here. Some of them contain spoilers, though, so there's not really any fun in posting those...

I've never taken a crack at coming up with a plot synopsis outside of spouting my ideas off to my friends, so this is my first attempt:

Ted is a shoulder demon (one of those guys that sits on your shoulder trying to get you to do bad stuff) who has lived with a human named Oly for as long as she can remember. When Ted's angel counterpart is killed he is instructed to return to Hell so that the balance of angels and demons on Earth will again be even. Problem is, Ted doesn't want to go back. Oly enlists the help of her superhuman boyfriend, Fakeout, who is the reluctant and under-appreciated sidekick of the town superhero, The Spectacle. The group of friends quickly realize that going up against the forces of Hell itself isn't as easy as they'd hoped and they're going to need all the help they can get.

Good enough for the back of a 1980's VHS.

The first character sketch I'm posting is Happenman, the town's washed up superhero from yesteryear. Whereas most hero's powers are clearcut and convenient, Happenman's powers are wildly unpredictable at best.

Thursday, October 23, 2008

First of all, if you don't feel like reading random philosophical thoughts you should probably stop here. I'm in a thinking mood and need some sort of outlet.

I've had plenty of stuff to post about lately but I just haven't pushed the right keys on my keyboard to make these words pop up on your screen. I'm a little sick after a weekend excursion in the cold fall air followed by returning to a house also unfortunately filled with cold fall air.

This morning one of my art professors at Marshall University died while on a hunting trip; a heart attack is suspected. His name was Stan Sporney and I had him for figure drawing. I sent an online message to his daughter (whom I had class with and who has always been very supportive of me and my art) telling her the best memories I had of her dad. In a school where drawing cartoons was heavily frowned upon and thought to be an obvious sign of goofing off and lack of talent, he was the only professor I had that believed things like comic books were a good and worthwhile art without me having to do any convincing. I don't know if he was a comic fan, but I do know he was a fan of artists following their own vision even if their practice was not widely considered "fine art," and he did everything he could to encourage me and my fellow students to keep at it.

It's just...odd. I don't really consider myself old yet but I guess it must be true that the older you get the more people you see die until it just becomes normal. The thing that always comes to my mind first when someone dies is that nobody will ever get to ask them a question again. I'm sure that seems odd because I myself find it odd. No matter how simple a question it is, if only that person knew the answer you will never know it. What did they have for breakfast? What did they think about a movie? I guess in a weird way I'm obsessed with things that you absolutely cannot get back, which is probably why I'm obsessed with things from my childhood: TV shows, toys, video games. I mean in a way you can get all those things back, but you can never be a kid again.

Last week a guy named Fred who worked at the local K-Mart passed away. Before Wal-Mart rolled into town and took over, this particular K-Mart was the place to shop. According to his obituary Fred had worked at K-Mart for 20 years, which I can vouch for because I remember seeing him there when I was a kid. He was still way too young to expect him to pass, though, as he didn't look out of his thirties to me. Before my dad got a digital camera he would always take his film to K-Mart to get it developed because Fred was there and would make sure that Dad's prints were done right, done early, and would always call him personally when they were ready. They would make small-talk about stuff like Family Guy and Fred would offer to let my dad borrow his DVD set so Dad could watch them. I know this is sappy and goofy, but somebody with enough kindness to let what may as well be a complete stranger borrow something from them ending up working at K-Mart for 20 years only to die young and with little fanfare just breaks my heart.

I guess that's one good thing about being a teacher; you touch so many peoples lives in ways that you'll probably never even know that they will always remember you, and fondly, if you're someone like Sporny.

Friday, October 3, 2008

I completely forgot to post about this when it was first brought to my attention, but my buddy Dave informed me that one of my shirts has showed up on GameSniped.com, a website that is devoted entirely to scouring internet market places (especially Ebay) for cool and rare video game related stuff. Check it out here.